Complaint

The hours are less substantial than the clouds. The former vanish, while the latter persist and continue to drip. I have slaughtered hundreds of ants, but accomplished little else. Every once in a while, I have to deal with reality the way I deal with my check register (yes, I still use checks): When the register inevitably gets screwed up, instead of going back to find all the mistakes, I just take the bank's figure for the month and start over from there, and when reality gets to the point that I know I'll never catch up with all the stuff that's undone, I just forget as many of those things as I can afford to and start over. It works... sort of.

Oh, and my oven is broken. Stove-top food (no, I don't cook in the microwave- that's for reheating stuff) until it gets fixed. Getting the oven fixed is one thing I can't afford to forget. I cannot live without melty, browned cheese dishes!

Quiet

Deer are strolling up the block. If the nearly-full moon were not a mere smudge of light behind clouds that look like a dozen layers of window sheers, I might be able to see them instead of just hearing their hooves click on the pavement. The sound is sharp in the night which has grown quiet, now that the rain has stopped. The chirping of the birds seemed quite loud this afternoon as well. Now I hear dogs barking in the distance. The only thing I don't hear is the frogs. Maybe they are waiting until the last evening traffic passes before they begin their regular concert.

Tonight, I hope to find a couple of hours to dig through the contents of a few more of the boxes in the garage. Some of the boxes are falling apart, and will need to be replaced. That's going to be a major task. It was bother enough packing them. Re-packing will be worse. There is some perverse rule of objects that says their bulk always increases when they are removed from a box, so they never quite fit when you put them into another box of the same size. Maybe I'll fool them and buy some slightly larger boxes.